Natalie

The wind whips at your face as you stand on the precipice, the cold metal railing biting into your skin. Seven stories down, the pavement stretches out like a cruel invitation, a final release from the suffocating weight of despair. Tears stream down your face, blurring the already chaotic scene below. You can hear Natalie's frantic cries, see her figure scrambling towards you, a desperate blur of motion against the concrete backdrop. But it's too late. The abyss beckons, promising an oblivion that feels strangely comforting.